tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956282559750487168.post9044535661190546998..comments2023-06-10T04:20:53.911-05:00Comments on Life From The Porch: A lot of cognition thereAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13343169479240819918noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956282559750487168.post-64331326611680619822007-08-26T16:14:00.000-05:002007-08-26T16:14:00.000-05:00Funny cornbreadhell. I think I should have used "...Funny cornbreadhell. I think I should have used "making" instead of "remaking." <BR/><BR/>B-25's and B-26's. I don't recall him talking about flying Corsairs.<BR/><BR/>He flew for his boss after the war. There were 4 planes purchased surplus and dad told about flying them back with holes in the fabric on the wings.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13343169479240819918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956282559750487168.post-30965661202455925112007-08-26T13:49:00.000-05:002007-08-26T13:49:00.000-05:00i second betsy's comment.as for ocd...how about th...i second betsy's comment.<BR/><BR/>as for ocd...how about this: "Last night when I was remaking his bed for about the 100th time I..." (just kiddin' ya.)<BR/><BR/>"There is also a little toy airplane. He flew airplanes in World War II."<BR/><BR/>what kind of airplanes did he fly? my dad flew corsairs.cornbread hellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04044619147561532271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956282559750487168.post-6975294061742389342007-08-06T23:00:00.000-05:002007-08-06T23:00:00.000-05:00If I haven't told you, Flintysooner, I think you a...If I haven't told you, Flintysooner, I think you are a wonderful son. Stay strong.~Betsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16022026685666792412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956282559750487168.post-4248694328056654562007-08-06T19:52:00.000-05:002007-08-06T19:52:00.000-05:00I think you are right about it being more OCD than...I think you are right about it being more OCD than cognition. Helen has some of those OCD traits too. When you talk about making his breakfast and him being like a pup waiting for a treat, I have to laugh. Helen smacks her lips when I bring food. Of course she only eats a few bites but sure acts like she wants it bad. LOLLori1955https://www.blogger.com/profile/13577511412878343491noreply@blogger.com